In the Vostok Territory (cont.)

Finally, we reached the frontline. We met the local partisans and they told us
that it was almost hopeless to try to go through the front. There were some
groups of Jews that succeeded in passing, but in the meantime the Germans had
found out about it and started putting blockades, and every trial might be
defeated. They told us that a few days before, a big group of Jews tried to
pass the border and everyone was murdered. So they suggested that we should
return to the partisan area from where we came, and the young people would join
the partisans, and the older people would find work at the farms. We were very
disappointed. Was it really worth it to go through all this trouble to get
here? We remembered the Pushtza near Kurenets and we felt bad that we left. So
we returned to the Ashuatz area. When the Christians there saw us coming back,
they started complaining. "Our blood is spreading all over and you are
sitting with nothing to do!"

They totally ignored the fact that most of the blood was the blood of the Jews
in this war, and without weapons, we were not able to be accepted as partisans.
Just about that time, a Christian man came to us and told us that near
Polochek, there is a big barrack that used to hold weapons and the Germans
burned it but some of the weapons were still there. If we were to repair them,
we would be able to use them. He told us that if we paid him, he would take us
to the place. We started arguing. Some of us believed him and some of us
thought he was lying. The ones who believed him went there and brought the
weapons. They started repairing them and everyone was very busy. Just for that,
we must bless those weapons.

One villager who knew about weapons looked at the rifles and said to me,
"You know what you can do with such a rifle? You can watch rabbits, but
only rabbits that are locked in cages. That's what you can guard with
these!"

But truly, after repairing the weapons, there were some rifles that were able
to shoot. But when we came to the partisans and tried to join the troops, they
found our rifles lacking and we looked lacking as well, in their eyes. Still,
some of us were accepted. One of them was Motik, the son of Moshe Alperovitz.
He was young and very likeable. In a short time, he became a real partisan. Our
group was divided and we spread into different villages and started looking for
jobs.

In the village, Papovichzina, near Gomel, lived my sisters Raicha and Relka.
Hilka and Freidl Zimmerman, The Shochet, from Kribitz, Tuvia from Mydell, with
his daughter. In the village Mirakova, lived Reuven- Zishka with his wife Marka
and his young son, Abraham. The women were sewing dresses and knitting sweaters
for the villagers. In exchange, they got bread. The young men of the villages,
were fighting with the partisans, so many of the farms needed workers. So
Michael, Chetskel Zimmerman, and I, started working as tree cutters for
families whose men were serving with the partisans. We worked from early
morning until night and in exchange, we got food.

Michael would check the homes, and, according to the shape of a home, would
guess where we would expect to find good food and a decent amount of it. One
day, he chose a beautiful, large home. He said, "Here, there must be
wealthy people."

After a hard day of labor, we received only potatoes. When the homeowner saw
how disappointed we were, she "gave" us a saying: "You cannot
judge a book by its cover." She suggested to go to one of the small homes
and there she said, they would probably give us bread. Michael went to one of
the homes she suggested and returned with a huge loaf of bread that consisted
of eighty percent potatoes and the rest, wheat. This was a great feast. Once in
awhile, we would mow the fields. Chetskel (Charles Gelman) was a very good
looking young man, with easygoing spirit. During the days of the Holocaust, he
would say, "You know, everything that we are going through will surely
impact our personalities. So much, I would like to see our people after the
war. What kind of lessons are we to learn from our experiences? Could it be
that people will forget those hard days and continue to go with the flow as
they did in the past?"

This was around the spring of 1943.The Russians started winning some battles.
Among the Jews in the area there were also some changes. Many of us were
accepted by the partisans. Even the issue of weapons was not so important any
more. Shimon son of Zishka Alperovich, Artzik son of Gutza Dinerstien, Yoshka
(Yosef)and his sister, Feiga children of Gitel and Mendel Alperovich, were
accepted by the Malinko brigade. I was accepted by the Voroshilov brigade.
Chetskel (Charles Gelman) was accepted to the Zelazniak brigade. Motik son of
Reuven -Zishka Alperovich continued with the Vorovsky brigade.

Jewish natives of Kurenets as partisans

At one time, when I was getting ready for a mission with my brigade, we met
with another brigade and one of the people there was the very young Zalman
(Zalmanka the brother of Rivka) from Kurenets, the son of Moshe Alperovich. I
was excited to see him and suggested that he would transfer to our brigade so
we can be together. The officer of his brigade said that there was no way he
could let go of Zalmanka. He was a young man, not even seventeen, and he was
very well liked both by the soldiers and the officers of his brigade. His
commitment was limitless. His officer said, "You will meet him after the
war."

When we reached the village Vyozana near Polochek, there was a big battle
between our two brigades and the Germans. This was in the afternoon and we were
surrounded by German tanks. I was together with Zalmanka. He kept trying to run
in front of the tanks and it was very difficult to stop him. I told him,
"Don't be a hero. Stop yourself. What sense does it make to do this?"

In that battle, Moshka Shulman from Molodetchna was killed. We were very upset.
He was the very first person to be killed from our troop

Many days and months passed and we reached the month of May, 1944. We
came to the town of Viyanitz, about thirty kilometers from Globoki. This town
was part of the Soviet territory before 1939 (Kurenets was part of Poland at
that time). The population of the town was purely Jewish. Now we found it
empty. There was not one Jew left. In the homes, we found torn Talits, Tfilins
and pages of Torahs and prayer books. Gentiles came to the town and used the
Torah books to replace the broken glass in the windows. We went to the Jewish
cemetery and we found it intact. All the graves had Hebrew writing on them. The
gentile partisans, friends from our troop, would bring me names and pages from
the prayer books and ask, "What is written here?"

In this town, I experienced my first revenge. Two years before, after the
Germans murdered all the Jews, there was one Jewish woman left. She was very
light and she looked like a Christian. But one of the villagers that lived in
the surrounding area told the Germans that she was Jewish and they killed her.
Syomka Perlman, the son of this woman, was now an officer with the partisans.
He came to look for his mother and when he found out what had happened, he
vowed to revenge the blood of his mother. We found the house of the Christian
villager and entered but only found his wife and the children at home. Syomka
broke everything in sight and then waited for the man of the house to enter.
When the man entered, Syomka told him, "You made a grave mistake. You made
a bitter mistake. You were very sure that no one was left of our family, and
now, look at me! I am still alive and now I can tell you exactly who the woman
was that you gave away to the Germans. She was my mother. Look at me! I am the
son of the woman that you murdered!" He took the man to a bridge near the
river and there, he killed him.

At this town, we were prepared to celebrate May 1. The victories of the Soviets
in the battlefields were huge. In our hearts, we believed that we would
survive. But all of a sudden, instead of a big celebration, we got an order to
retreat. Those were the days where Vilna was already in the hands of the Red
Army, and so was Kovna. Only the Vittebesek front was still in German hands,
and that included our area. The Germans started retreating from our area, but
on their retreat, they decided to purify the area from partisans so the retreat
would be easier. They put all of their force into this battle. They brought the
army from the front, from Smorgon and Vileyka, full divisions came. This area
had about sixteen partisan brigades, about forty-thousand people. The Germans
surrounded the entire area and each day, they tightened the circle around us,
reaching for the center. For the first time, we felt a true battle. We, the
partisans, were fighting an army. And not only did we feel the battle from the
German side, even our partisan friends were bothering us, since they were
afraid that if they fell into German hands together with Jews, they would
suffer greatly. I was the head of the transport unit. We passed through the
villages where the Jews from Kurenets were hiding. I tried to help them. I
tried looking for my sisters, but couldn't find anyone. Everyone had left the
villages, along with the inhabitants that were following the partisan troops.
There was no organization or plan. The only person I found was Archick
Dinnerstien.

The Germans blockaded us in three rings. The rings were concentric and it was
impossible to escape. The first ring consisted of Belarussian and Ukrainian
soldiers. The second was Polish and Latvian soldiers. The third was German.
Thousands of partisans were killed. It was a hopeless war. The partisans
started drowning the heavy weapons into lakes and rivers, and we were left with
only automatic rifles. All the villages were burned by the Germans. In areas
where the residents didn't have enough time to leave, the Germans burnt them,
along with their homes. The night sky was red with flames and fires. It was the
red of horrors, an inferno. During the daytime, there was so much smoke and
confusion of people, livestock and the sound of planes dropping bombs and
explosives, that the air was permeating with fear. From the planes, Germans
also dropped pamphlets which said, "You are fighting for the Jews and not
for Russia. Kill the Jews! Put your weapon down and nothing bad will happen to
you!"

The fear among the partisans was great. The rings grew tighter and tighter.
Near the village, Mattriyene that's next to Assouaz, I met with Shimon son of
Zushka Alperovich from Kurenets, the pharmacist from Radoshkovich, and his
wife. The pharmacist told me that he had poison pills and suggested that the
three of us kill ourselves. I said that I would consider it and later I was
told that they did poisoned themselves.

The battle lasted the whole day. We kept running from one area to another,
looking for a way to break through the line, but to no avail. One of the places
was around Lapeil. We were trying to cross the German lines. Here, I met with
Motik, the son of Reuven- Zishka Alperovich. Here, we had a horrible battle
with the Germans. A grenade blew off his legs. He was beloved by everyone. We
wanted to carry him away, but he begged us, "Leave me here. Don't take me.
I am lost already." After throwing the grenades on the approaching
Germans, he took the last grenade he had and used it to kill himself.

We regrouped to troops that would run in front and I was among them. I knew
that this was our only choice. It was during the night and from afar, we could
see the shadows of the Germans warming next to bonfires. They let the first
ten-thousand people pass, only to trick them and as soon as they were in the
center, they would open fire from the front and the back. The battle continued
the whole night. The Germans and the partisans were mixed. We could see the
Germans with the police in their black uniforms. We knew we lost this fight. We
were certain about it. The officers started destroying their IDs. We were
waiting for our death to come. Then, a Russian captain came to us and said,
"Friends, there is only one choice. We must attack them. Most will be
killed, but some will be saved." This was around nine in the morning.

Yankel, the son of Archick Alperovich

We jumped up to their bunkers. Many, many were killed. A few were saved and I
was amongst them. I returned to Kriesk. Here, I met Yankel, the son of Archick
Alperovich from Kurenets. He was well-known among the partisans. Very
courageous and renowned everywhere. He told me that in the big Pushtza, there
were blockades and many of the Jews were killed. Yankel came riding a horse,
one of the villagers rent his horse and for that, we got two chickens, bread,
milk, and a meal. We decided to return to the Pushtza of the Kurenitzers. We
managed to get to Bogdanova, the little town between Kurenets and Retske. Here,
we had to cross the train tracks and we were not able to do so. The Germans
opened fire and we had to return to Kriesk. From there, I left Yankel. He
stayed with the partisans, and I continued east to look for my sisters, but
could find no Jews. A gentile friend of mine told me that they were all killed
by a German during an ambush near the village, Matriyana.

Reicha,
daughter of Naftaly Alperovitz

Just about the same time near Asouatz, we heard the sounds of the approaching
Soviet front. Soviet airplanes passed by us and bombed Molodetchna. Around
three in the afternoon, we were blessed to see the entering of the first
Russian tanks. A few days later, I had a most memorable meeting in Asouatz:
while I was standing in the street, I saw an image approaching me. I was scared
and started retreating back. The person approaching me was covered in bandages
from head to toe. On her back, she had a sac and she was carrying a stick in
her hand. She said to me, "Why are you running away? Don't you recognize
me? Don't you recognize Feiga, the daughter of Mendel son of Yechezkel
Alperovich?"

My eyes filled with tears. It was now that I could see the horrors that we had
experienced. She told me what had happened to her and her brother Yosef. She
was badly wounded and her brother was killed during the blocade. She was lying
among the dead bodies. At one she got up and asked a German Guard to let her
look for her son who was killed and she now wants to die next to him. The
German let her go to look. Meanwhile, she escaped and entered the forest and
hid there for many days, alone and wounded, eating grass and other plants. One
day, a Christian woman came to the forest and found her. She told her that the
Red Army conquered the area and that she now could get out of the woods.

At first, she didn't believe her. But finally, she left the woods and lay on
the road. A Jewish officer from the Red Army found her and when he realized
that she was a Jew, he stayed with her and took care of her. He took her to
Asouatz and there, the Jewish doctor Zirinsky, from Kurenets, took care of her.
Later, she was sent faraway to Gorki to a hospital and there she was able to
recover.

In that area, I also met with Chetskel Zimmerman (Charles Gelman). He had gone
through the same horrors as I did. The partisans gave me a month of leave and I
went to Kurenets. I wanted to go to my family's tomb. But when I got to
Kurenets, I realized that I couldn't handle it emotionally. After a short time,
I moved to Krivichi, where I got a job working for the government.

One day, I got a letter from the Soviet government. This letter was in
gratitude for the heroic deeds of Zalman Alperovich, son of Moshe. The letter
was sent to me because they thought that since my last name was Alperovich, I
must be a relative. The letter bestowed honor upon the young Zalman Alperovich,
who originally was not accepted in the Army because of his young age. He
volunteered nonetheless, to revenge the enemy of the people. He died in East
Germany as a hero of the Soviet nation. After his death, he received two medals
of high honor. The letter ended, saying that his behavior and his courage is an
example to the other soldiers of the Red Army. I read the letter many times and
my eyes filled with tears. The letters were jumping from the page. I remember
what his officer had said to me: "You will meet after the war." And
here the war has ended, and only in his death, I meet with his memory

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